small parts

by remembertoexhale

I used to think that the pain would never endand that I would be forcedto live a life of replay after replayof moment after momentbut band aids work wondersand antiseptic solutionshelp dry and heal wounds and scarsand you were scabbed overmany moons agoand I can hardly even see the scar tissuewhere you once ruled supremeyou are now just a small part of my landscape